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RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Remi - 08-03-2023
[say]"Good. I will make sure not to look at you in the eyes but to wear low-cut shirts."[/say] Remi adds with a boyish chuckle that has him shivering slightly with an unexpected flush of anticipation.
Following Ronin's eye line, the wendigo immediately shakes his head. [say]"I don't care about my hair."[/say] He says instantly. Only two hours before he would have happily opted to stay in his cell, fully human and likely quite bored, if only to spend more time with Isla. Now, with Ronin, as much as there was a sweetness and certainly his crush on the doctor, something about the tangible here and now was not something the wendigo could afford to just shrug away. Given his life thus far and with Ronin's own permission, there didn't seem to be any good reason to defer what he could have now.
Rising, his legs numb and his feet sparkling with pins and needles, the wendigo all but sags onto the couch next to the hunter. [say]"I...have never been with another man, but.."[/say] Though there was an ever-growing flush on his cheeks, it wasn't born out of any sort of embarrassment or worry that being with Ronin was wrong. [say]'..I do know what I like.."[/say] Remi adds with the ghost of a smile, suggesting that while he might be inexperienced, that wouldn't necessarily make him naive.
Reaching for Ronin and leaning his shoulder against the back of the couch, he'd aim to simultaneously draw the other man's lips against his once more while also tugging him down.
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Ronin - 08-03-2023
[say]"Oof, low cut shirts? I'll be swooning if you aren't careful,"[/say] Ronin quips, though very quickly he's becoming entirely uninterested in their banter and more focused on the here and now. Which is probably a good thing, because Remi leaves himself wide open for sass with his comment about his hair. Ah, well.
Drawn over the wendigo all too willingly, Ronin's lips are just as soft but markedly more passionate this time, and he adjusts to let himself sink into the other man, letting their hips come together at a grinding, teasing angle. Breathless at the sensation as well at having his lips stolen, he braces an arm over Remi while the other grazes down his side.
[say]"We'll go slow,"[/say] he murmurs, barely having to whisper even with the other man's human senses. [say]"And only as far as you want to."[/say] Which, given the moment, the whiskey, the time limit... yeah, Ronin isn't convinced either.
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Remi - 08-03-2023
No longer hindered by concerns that he might be misinterpreting things, it's with a needy hum of delight that the wendigo lets himself be momentarily undone by the friction Ronin has created before persuading his body to return back to the moment at hand. Gazing up at the hunter, the wendigo untangles one arm in other to brush the pad of his thumb over Ronin's lower lip before his fingers tangle in the other man's hair. [say]"Slow."[/say] Remi agrees, matching the softness of the hunter's voice. [say]"But only because I want to enjoy this. Enjoy you."[/say]
So saying, Remi's fingers tighten in Ronin's dark hair, pulling and encouraging him back down. Gods but it was a strange sensation, not having breasts pressed against his chest and not having his be the only outward point of friction, but no part of Remi minded. Slipping his other hand between the back of the couch and Ronin's body, the wendigo presses his fingertips beneath the hunter's shirt in order to slowly trace the musculature hidden beneath. It didn't take wendigo-level senses to feel the scars that slivered his friend's body, and though later he might indeed want to experience this again with those senses, for now he was more than keen to simply enjoy the warmth of another body against his.
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Ronin - 08-03-2023
His moan is caught against the other man's lips, but Ronin is no less encouraging for it, shifting enough to let Remi's hand sneak beneath his shirt. The wendigo's touch is warm and calloused and human in ways that the hunter craves, and suddenly it's not just about giving Remi what he wants - Ronin hasn't realised how much he needs this too. And so, parting with clear reluctance, he shifts back enough to pull the garment over his head, encouraging the other man's touch and fully intending to deliver on it in return.
The scars on their bodies are things they're both familiar with, but feeling is different to merely looking, and as Ronin reaches out to try and strip Remi of his shirt as well, he notices for the first time the brutal story told on the wendigo's body of his time in the medical wing. Overcome with a sudden burst of anger and indignation on the other man's behalf, Ronin leans in to silence himself with another kiss. Rather than using words, he explores Remi's torso with gentle, indulgent touches, as if he might wipe away the things done to him merely by virtue of wanting to.
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Remi - 08-03-2023
Having to stop himself from articulating some sort of protest, Remi instead takes the opportunity to drink in the hunter in the brief seconds that they part. There's no denying that Ronin is handsome, but stripped away of his shirt the wendigo has no doubt that he's been thought of as so much more by an unknown number of eyes. Pleased to now be among them, it's with reluctance that Remi leans and shifts as well; staring at Ronin is far preferable to removing his own shirt, especially considering the state his own body is in.
Ronin has of course seen the wendigo naked on any number of occasions given how frequently Remi would shift without first stripping down. Still, he can only assume that if he was suddenly looking at the hunter with fresh eyes, that Ronin was likely doing the same. Unlike the comparatively neat scars on Ronin's body, Remi's skin was some horrific patchwork. His body healed fast, yes, but in so doing bits of skin and muscle would often fuse together in ways a normal rate of healing would probably prevent.
Adjusting one of his legs to loosely curl over the back of Ronin's knee, Remi's hips rise inadvertently in the same motion as his tongue. The friction between them had a choked-off moan shivering past the wendigo's lips which he chased quickly with another dose of Ronin's mouth.
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Ronin - 08-03-2023
Luckily for Remi, Ronin sees the other man's body as a story rather than anything to recoil at, especially given that he was present for the origin of so many of these scars. What's more, it's very (very) easy to focus instead on the friction rising between them, and the hunter barely has time to snatch in a breath before his lips are claimed once more.
Indulging in being able to touch and explore another body at his own pace, it's a long, breathless moment before Ronin draws back from Remi's kiss, aiming another against the other man's throat and reaching down to hastily unbutton both of their pants - and if he buttons them together by accident, so help him.
[say]"Let me--"[/say] he whispers, indicating for Remi to focus on little more than enjoying himself, before Ronin's lips begin to descend lower.
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Remi - 08-03-2023
Inhaling deeply as if it might be the last breath he ever takes, Remi peers at Ronin through half-lidded eyes and with lips slightly parted. Quite what he means to say he has utterly no idea, which is why no sound comes out. He certainly doesn't want the hunter to stop and though whatever may or may not follow might be laughably brief, Remi has taken his friend's advice to heart. Maybe he does deserve to feel good, even if the source of that feeling was as unlikely as it was pleasurable.
[say]'Mmmmm.'[/say] The wendigo manages, nodding belatedly and closing his eyes. Having never been one to feel self-conscious, Remi is still very aware that his sunken chest and scrawny physique are probably not doing it for Ronin, whatever the other man's preferences are. Still, he doesn't think it's entirely about that if only because this felt more than in a way Remi couldn't quite put a finger on. (Especially not with Ronin descending down between his legs the way he was).
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Ronin - 08-03-2023
Hey, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, or some shit. Regardless, by the way the hunter fumbles with one hand to free his own arousal as he kisses his way down the length of Remi's body, it's clear that this impromptu makeout session is doing something for Ronin. And in all likelihood this is going to be an embarrassingly short-lived moment for both of them - but on the plus side, it does mean there's always a chance for another round later. Maybe.
For now, though, Ronin focuses on easing the wendigo's pants down enough to continue towards his intended destination. And given that Remi has already said he knows what he likes, the hunter trusts him to redirect him if needed; in the meantime, he takes matters literally into his own hands. Gripping the base of the other man's cock (and his own, too, for the record), Ronin slowly takes him into his mouth, lips firm and tongue wicked.
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Remi - 08-03-2023
Lifting his hips without hesitation - this might be his first dalliance with a man but it isn't as though Remi doesn't know where this is going - the wendigo tries to send his mind elsewhere that he might have at least some time to enjoy what was coming without cuming before it had even begun.
The feeling of a hand around him suddenly, and a large hand at that, has the wendigo jerking slightly. One of his legs flinches as if conducting its own reflex test, and almost instantly Remi finds himself all but panting in an effort to keep still. The feeling of Ronin's mouth against his cock though is almost immediately too much, such that even the most meagre of ministrations from the hunter's mouth has Remi shivering with delight. [say]"Dei non ho intenzione di durare."[/say] He complains, gripping the edge of the couch with one hand while carefully tangling the other into Ronin's hair.
Lifting his head slightly to peer down the length of him, it was a startling sight indeed to see his cock disappearing into Ronin's mouth, but gods if it didn't have a flashflood of pleasure bursting through whatever hesitations he had about this. Trying to keep his moans somewhat stifled - how thin were these walls, silver-lined or not? - Remi couldn't help the way he kept sneaking glances at Ronin and finding himself all the more aroused by it.
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Ronin - 08-03-2023
It's rude to talk with one's mouth full, and so Ronin can't exactly ask sorry, what? as music spills from Remi's tongue. He understands enough about tone to figure that he's not doing a bad job at least, choosing to hum a teasing response around the other man's cock as he takes him fully into his mouth.
And while he doesn't realise Remi has said it, the hunter would absolutely agree if he could. Because the answer to the wendigo's question is thin enough when you wish they weren't, and gods if hearing Remi trying his best to stifle his pleasure isn't a turn on, Ronin doesn't know what the fuck is.
Fingers and tongue work dilligently together, and Ronin's free hand does its best to mimic the movements on his own cock, such that he's all but moaning encouragement against Remi as his strokes grow faster and more impatient.
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Remi - 08-03-2023
As if Ronin's mouth on his already highly stimulated cock wasn't enough, the hum reverberating from his throat had the wendigo gasping loudly and inadvertently closing his fingers around a thatch of Ronin's hair. Nearly whimpering with the effort it was taking not to shove the hunter's head down and arch his own hips up, the wendigo shifted and tensed on the couch with all the same fidgety movements of a child who needed very badly to go to the bathroom but was stifling the urge.
Feeling his heart beating in his throat as well as the base of his cock, it's a shame that he's so fully at the hunter's mercy or else he might have noticed the way one of Ronin's hands was absent or the way his friend's hips were also lifted. More than generous and willing to try new things, Remi will certainly chastise himself about it later. For now the pins and needles in his feet had given way to sparkling fragments of electricity which were quickly itching up the backs of his thighs.
[say]"Sto per sborrare-"[/say] He panted, face twisted in what might wrongly be interpreted as a wince. [say]"Sono sto-"[/say] Only distantly does he realize what language he's been speaking, and so it's only as the first seismic tugs of his orgasm begins to build in the base of his spine that he's able to cry out: [say]"-Ronin."[/say]
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Ronin - 08-03-2023
He might not be able to take direction from the words spilling from Remi's lips, but the arch of the other man's hips and the fingers tightening in his hair are all the guidance he needs. Distantly his mind is trying to tell him to remember to breathe, but it has already taken a backseat to the pleasure throbbing in the base of his spine and along the length of his cock.
And gods, if that's not enough, the wendigo cries out his name in a way no one has in what feels like an age - it's that cherry on the top that proves to be the hunter's undoing.
Gripping the other man's cock hard and all but gagging himself on it, Ronin cums with a stuttered moan and stars dancing behind his closed eyes. Whether those are from pleasure or because he really has forgotten to breathe is nobody's business but his own.
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Remi - 08-03-2023
To say that Remi cums hard is to put far too blunt a point on it. For someone who has not orgasmed without the use of cattle prods and synthesized chemicals in his veins, Remi cums the way someone on the verge of dying from dehydration might nearly drown themselves in the water they're given to drink. He cums the way someone starving will eat too much too quickly despite warnings to the contrary. He cums loudly and without a single thought in his entire mind save for the desperate need to ride out the crest of his orgasm as far as it will take him.
Through the white cosmos he feels like he's weightlessly floating through, Remi can feel warm tears spilling from the corners of his eyes from both euphoria and relief. Very slowly be becomes aware of his own breathing, of how utterly relaxed and exhausted he is, how quiet the whiskey in his system seems to be, and, as he shifts ever so slightly, remembers with a start that it's Ronin whose scruffy cheeks he can feel on his thighs.
Forcing his eyes open and looking down the length of himself, Remi can do little more than smile rather stupidly. [say]"So I guess you are not such a terrible hooker after all."[/say]
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Ronin - 08-03-2023
In those quiet few moments where they can both drown in their respective ecstasies, Ronin finally has the sense to draw away from Remi and catch his gods damned breath, such that the other man will feel it as well as the hunter's stubbled cheek against his inner thigh. It's with fingers that feel almost numb that he flounders for his shirt, preferring to have to wash it rather than his couch as he cleans himself up.
Once that's done and Remi's voice parts the silence, the wendigo will feel breathless laughter and a smile against his skin. [say]"You still haven't paid me,"[/say] Ronin sasses back in a gruff voice, shifting unsteadily to creep along the length of the couch until he can more or less lay with the other man, an arm spidering around him both out of desire and a necessity to not fall onto the floor.
[say]"You can add the cuddling into my Yelp review,"[/say] he adds with a grin, the words all but muttered into Remi's hair.